What differentiated us was our perception of our mutual reality, which made no difference.
No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist and she can very well be a fascist’s wife.
Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.
The match I struck shall not run deadYou’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.
We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain
Had I only known my lettersWould be of such importanceI’d empty myself on paperEvery single morning’And it was for such reason,as she read his little stanza,that she decided to stamponefinalletter:‘Ev...
I have not encouraged talk about man’s holy privacy, although I do respect and defend man’s right to have it.
Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now,I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.
I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my fau...
I ain’t scared to lend a handI ain’t scared to clench it either
Do not judge a woman on her knees_you never know how tall she is when she stands!
It’s just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.
